Emotional Rescue
Emotions are a complicated thing, it’s something that separates us from the likes of, let’s say, a tree. We are sometimes run by them, we sometimes mask them and we even sometimes keep them bottled up inside only to explode. This past week I ran the gamut of emotions that I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
When I receive a 6am phone call from my mother I knew right away what happened, my grandmother passed away. I was emotionless, even hearing her cry did nothing to bring even a tear. I felt a little guilty for my stoic moment. I lay in bed till I got a call from K a while after I text her on what happened. I heard her ask, “Are you ok?” I barely let out a “no” and began to cry, and cry I did. I think it was her voice, someone who cared and someone I cared about that broke that shell.
K came over and comforted me, to which, I bawled like never before. I don’t know how long but it seemed like ages and it felt good to be in her arm. This was soon interrupted when my cousins came to pick me up to start the 2 hour trip to Mt Efraim. I didn’t want to leave, again guilt sets in thinking like that.
To be continued...
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